bayedsolid Chapter 88 He was buried forever
Chapter 88 He was buried forever
Just as Bai Yexiu finished his phone call and rushed to the wine cellar, what was bound to happen still happened.
In the wine cellar engulfed in flames, Gin pressed the gun that Byakuya had given him against Pisco's head and pulled the trigger.
"Wait..." Bai Yexiu was stunned.
As expected, it was too late.
"Jundu?" Vodka looked over in confusion, never expecting Bai Yexiu to come.
Bai Yexiu turned his gaze to Pisco lying on the ground, his brows furrowing slightly: "Gin, are you sure it's okay for you to kill Pisco? What about the organization's legitimate business revenue?"
"It was that gentleman who gave the order. And Pisco was so stupid as to let himself be photographed firing a gun. None of us want photos of Pisco shooting all over the place tomorrow..."
"...Save me, Shirley's...medicine..."
Just as Gin was speaking, Pisco's aged voice sounded intermittently behind him.
"Tsk." Gin was very unhappy that his words had been interrupted by a dying man, so he pulled out his gun and wanted to shoot him again.
"Wait a minute." Bai Yexiu quickly grabbed Gin's hand. "He seems to want to say something. Don't you want to listen?"
Gin looked at Bai Yexiu, seemingly trying to glean something from his eyes, but Bai Yexiu's gaze was empty and cold, and Gin couldn't discern anything.
A second later, Gin turned his gaze to Pisco and tacitly approved of Byakuya's suggestion.
Pisco, shot in the heart, was barely clinging to life. Not expecting Gin to show any mercy, she weakly cast a pleading glance at Bai Yexiu, managing to utter a few words haltingly: "The medicine... has... a problem... Sherry... little..."
After saying these incomprehensible words, Pisco breathed his last.
"Brother, what does he mean by this? What kind of medicine is it?" Vodka was completely confused.
Gin was about to say something when he heard faint footsteps coming from the corridor outside the door—it seemed that the fire had attracted the staff.
Bai Yexiu immediately grabbed Gin's sleeve and ran out of the cellar, with Vodka following closely behind.
Just after they ran out of the room, they heard the sound of a heavy object collapsing inside the wine cellar.
Pisko was buried forever.
Bai Yexiu personally escorted his two accomplices to another elevator and made a shushing gesture to them.
"Put out the fire quickly!" shouted a staff member in the corridor. Bai Yexiu immediately picked up a fire extinguisher next to the elevator and pretended to join the firefighting team.
After some effort, the fire in the cellar was finally extinguished, but Pisco's body was burned beyond recognition.
Pisco, who had previously contributed to the organization, was killed and discarded without explanation, like a despised child's toy.
Bai Yexiu sighed silently.
Pisco had a good relationship with him. When the Boss was away, Pisco would help him out when those old members who were always looking for trouble tried to cause him problems. But now, the person who could always protect him and was like a second "father" to him had been buried forever, and it was his most respected "father" who gave the order.
……
Gin sat in the passenger seat smoking, while Vodka remained silent, creating an eerily quiet atmosphere inside the car.
Recalling Pisco's dying words about "medicine," it's hard for Gin not to wonder if he was referring to the byproduct developed by Sherry.
When this drug was handed to him, it was said to be a byproduct of research. It was a poison that could kill someone without a known cause of death. What problems could possibly arise from a poison?
“Brother, I think we should talk to that person… there’s a problem with the organization’s medicine, and this is no small matter,” Vodka suggested.
“Not only that,” Gin said.
"Huh?" Vodka was confused.
"What word do you think can be placed before the word 'small'?" Gin asked, voicing what puzzled him the most.
He didn't catch the word before "small," but he was certain it referred to Shirley. As for what that meant, he had no idea.
"This... there seem to be quite a lot of words that can be put in..." Vodka scratched his head, seemingly not having grasped the key point at all.
"..." Gin was silent
Sometimes he really wanted to crack open Vodka's skull to see what was inside his head.